歌手:Ghostface Killah
专辑:《The Lost Tapes》

I've been a lot of places
The very best of everything
Ayo, let these ****** know how I pop off, B
I've been a lot of places
Word up, man
Then take my card, my ***** (Yeah)
The very best of everything
Aiyyo
He was a serpent, too many foul moves was made
No love amongst the wicked, gotta get his head severed
I caught him in Miami, I was heavily armed
Blew a OZ of that blue dream, I'm ready and calm
Fiendin' just to do him dirty, already got the plan mapped out
Snatched him up and headed back to the hideout
Welcome, here's some exercise torture
This is everyday work, ice gold grillz with no smirks
Seen him frontin' with some skeezers
Actin' like he's a boss with no rank, ***** posin' as a leader
Had a ***** with me from the Island
A true man-eater slash diva, dark skinned Geneva
I sent her over, told her 'persuade 'em, walked him outside
Tossed him in the truck and then we slide
Got to the house, tied him up, plastic on the carpet
Tub full of piranhas, I threw him in and watched him holla
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail)
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail)
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail) (Yeah)
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real) (Yo)
Court fell on your receptionist, foreigner's pharmacist
You're all in my face, who wanna put a scar in it
Scarface, big tour bus with the bar in it
Jets with the escalator, steps with your moms in it
Electric stove, she holdin' my gold medal
Cherry chest, don't mistake me for Burt Reynolds
This is baller alert, confetti fallin'
I look taller with works, spit bars that stayed lodged in the earth
Keep my gun cryin', I don't mean clocks
When I say, yo, there's so many dyin'
Starks, second to last ***** on "Triumph"
Rob me, I'm comin' with bands, no lyin'
Step outside with that Michael aura
Me and my team jumpin' off yachts in Bora Bora
Hennessey Privilege, Tito's, goose water
Motion picture, screens crack when they record us
It's the same old ********, y'all respect ignorance
******, I'll split ya ******* head with the quickness
Show and prove intelligence, back about my business
As far back as I can remember, it's been gangsta
Old Earth had to hustle hard to make it better
Kept a nickel plated .32 behind the dresser
Showed me where she kept it in case of any pressure
Friends all fresher, tired of havin' lesser
Workin' wasn't working, forty hours overtime, pockets still hurtin'
Big decision makin', knew a few Jamaicans
Brung me in, showed me how to win
Camoflage blend, watch for the shark fin
Sirens at the sea cypher circlin' the serpent
10% sellin' you a dream, fiends coming to cop
I won't stop 'til it's got, getting there
I won't stop 'til this cop getting it
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail)
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail)
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail)
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real)
When I see that guppy, I'ma give him the business
We all know he be talking to the witness
Smell the foulness, he a traitor and all that
He all out of a space, put him in his place
I can't give him the raise, I can see the Devil in his face
I'm in the hood comin' down the fire escape
A lot of cats can't see me, I'm the great ape
Machine gun in my hand, headed down the fire escape
Yo, Rae, if they dilate give, 'em a seda-date
'Cause tomorrow, I'ma be movin' to Cali
Gold teeth *****, bring back Ballys
I'm out here pumpin' these ************' raps
Yo, Eighty, show these ****** what we do to the wax
Hip-hop, *****, don't make me come out of my Starter hat
Blow all these fake ****** off the face of the map
And then I'ma hit Celler Duval call it the cartel
Doing hot ****, goin' through hell
Police popped my homie, now it's time to rebel
Real ******, no matter what, don't tell
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail)
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail)
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail)
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real)
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail)
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail)
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods bail)
Never the same (Your hood, the Gods spit the real)